Title: Moonage Daydream
Note: A pure fluff fic. Since EVERYONE seems to be soooo anti-angst, I'm keeping it light and fluffy and romantic. And there's TONS of romance in this! Kete, Romy, Merty and even an introduction of a certain character in the end! Oh la la! You just know you wanna read.
Lightspeed Suzuka and melissarxy1- I'm glad the Kete term is catching! lol, I've gotten so bad, that when I try to talk about Kitty and Pete, I always end up with saying either Kete or Pitty. Bizzaro.
And special thanks to Lightspeed Suzuka for adding me to the favorites list! :)
anythingbutordinary3- Thanks for reading both stories!!! I really appreciate it since Stars in December means a lot to me since I got this whooooole vision for it.
RahneMan- RahneMan, RahneMan, RahneMan. What to say? You're crazy in the best way possible and everyone should go read your story. That is all.
*hi*= telepathy
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Kitty stormed to her room, thankful that Meggan was nowhere in sight. After getting up at a hellish early hour to work out with Brian's latest training program, she had spent hours fixing what Brian had screwed up and had to suffer through Brian's chauvinistic rants that it COULDN'T have been him that broke it.
Kitty needed to blow off some major steam.
She looked around, grateful that everyone seemed to be gone, either training or off on their own, exploring. From what she had seen, she was the only one in the center. She quickly phased out of her sweaty uniform and into a light pair of sweats and a lacy top. She scurried to the closet, carefully removing all of the hidden safety precautions, finally getting her treasure under the floorboards. She drew it out, triumphant.
David Bowie. The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.
Exxxxxxxxxcellent.
She popped the CD in, switched to her current favorite track, leaped over on top of her bed and began to lip sync her heart out.
"I'm an alligator; I'm a mama-papa comin' for you I'm the space invader; I'll be a rock 'n' rolling bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words
Keep you 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!"
Elsewhere, Pete stumbled into the center, his hangover giving him a severe headache that he just couldn't shake. And that loud music wasn't helping none either.
But wait a second.
This wasn't the Goth and metal that came from Rogue's CD player. Or the classic fuddy-duddy rock from Brian's. It wasn't Betsy's techno and it wasn't the bizarre circus tunes that could be heard coming from Kurt's room at night. It wasn't Meggan's boy band junk and it CERTAINLY wasn't Rahne's religious stuff.
No. This was actually GOOD music.
And it was coming, wonder of wonders, from the girl's wing.
Pete stomped after it, completely confused about who could actually have the musical sense to listen to some classic glam rock Bowie. Maybe Rogue had developed some taste. Or maybe Illyana was a closet Bowie fan. That seemed as likely an explanation as any.
Pete didn't know what to expect to find, but he certainly didn't expect to find Kitty on her bed, clad in tight clothing, gyrating with the music and lip synching with such intensity that she had her eyes squeezed shut.
"Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me jump into the air"
Pete began to smirk as Kitty, still intensely lost in the song, ran her hands down the sides of her body and swirled, her lithe body moving gracefully and seductively.
"Ahem." Pete cleared his throat, leaning against the wall.
Kitty immediately jumped to attention. Her eyes widened as she saw Pete there and her mouth opened. Her chain of curses was efficiently blocked out by the still booming song.
Smirking and enjoying every moment, Pete sauntered over to the player and turned it off, managing to catch just the end of the girl's tirade.
"Such language," he said playfully. "To be honest Pryde, I didn't think you had it in ya."
"Look," Kitty started tersely, "I've been having a real bad day and I don't need you breathing down my neck about my bad taste in music, so you can just-"
"Wait." Pete held up a hand. "Who said anything about bad taste?"
Kitty jumped down from her bed so she stood across from Pete. She glared at him. "C'mon, go ahead, I know you want to. Scott and Rogue and everyone else are always on my case about listening to this kind of music."
"What do you care what those bloody toerags think? Bunch of pounces, not enjoying some Bowie. He sat down, looking at the CD case. "You know, my dad actually went to the last Ziggy concert at Hammersmith Odeon. Used to be not a complete bastard back then."
Kitty blinked. "You LIKE Bowie too?"
"'Course. And then you got the Velvet Underground, T. Rex, the Sex Pistols, the Ramones.."
"Hey Mr. Wisdom," Kitty smiled, a hand on her hip, "maybe you're actually cool, despite your old age."
"Watch it, Miss Pryde," Pete smirked, stepping a bit closer, "you might actually make me think you like me."
*************
"Remy is gla' you decided ta take des walk wit' me, Roguey," Remy smiled, moving closer to Rogue who was shivering in the cold Scottish air.
"Yeah, Ah'm sure," Rogue muttered, gazing out at the ocean churning beneath them.
"Wat's wrong, ma chere?" he asked.
"Why does everyone think Ah'm upset?! An' DON'T call mah 'chere'!" she snapped.
"Rogue, I dink des is why people dink your upset," Remy muttered reassuringly.
Rogue sighed, plopping down on the ground, pulling her legs up into her chest and hugging herself. "Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't have snapped at you."
Remy sat down next to her, slipping his trench coat around the cold girl. "Try an' talk to me, Roguey."
She shrugged. "Ah didn't think you cared."
"Well, Remy does. So talk."
"Okay, Ah got several things wron'. First, why the hell did yah come here? Don't say it was because of me, because that's just gonna piss me off more. What do you think you can do, try to kill me and then trick me into helping you only to run off all cryptic-like and then just show up here and expect to sweep me off your feet?! Well, it aint gonna work like that, and I'm tired of everyone giving me lectures about you when I don't need it, because I don't even LIKE you and I just wanna go somewhere where I'll have some space, no people up my butt AND no you!!!!"
A stunned silence. A few blinks of red eyes. "Did ya know that you lose your accen' when ya get mad?"
Rogue gave a large sigh, her head collapsing into her hands. "Do ya see?! This is why ah can't stand bein' around ya." She looked up, out into the horizon. Her red hair fluttered about her face, veiling her. "Ya know mah so well for some god damn reason."
Remy leaned in closer. "Is dat what scares ya?"
She shivered, leaning farther away from him. "Ya know what scares mah? Ah don't know what ya want."
"What des dat mean?"
She sighed. "It means Ah don't know what ya want from mah. You can't want anything.. ya know.. physical from mah, so Ah don't know what ya want."
"Ya know what, Rogue," Remy said, quietly, seriously, "I didn' really know why I wante' to come here either at firs'." Another heavy sigh from Rogue as she hugged her body closer. "I didn't wanna. But I ha' des urge to come when I heard all of ya were gonna be here."
"Why?" she muttered. "Wanted ta see Kit?"
"Petite chat?" Remy laughed. "Non. Remy wanted to see ya."
"But that's the point!" Rogue whirled on him, glaring. "Why mah? Ya can't touch mah! Ah'm no good!"
"Non, chere," he said softly. "Ya are good."
"But Ah thought ya didn't wanna come?"
"Oui." He nodded. "Remy didn't thin' he could ever be good enough for ya."
"But you're perfec'." She gazed at him with large eyes. "You're gorgeous and charmin' and ya can touch."
"Hey," Remy smiled at her, "two ou' of three aint bad, chere."
"Ya think Ah'm gorgeous?" She blinked, biting her lip. "Ah didn't even think ya liked mah."
He laughed. "I better like ya if I came all of thi' way."
She blushed. "Ah.. Ah don't know what the point of liking mah is."
"Be kind to Remy, Rogue," he said, gazing with her as she stood up and began to move away. "I like ya. Now wha' 'bout you?"
"Ah don' know wha' good it is, Remy," she said softly, throwing it over her shoulder, "but ah do like ya."
For a long time, Remy stayed there, staring out at the water, churning underneath him, long after she had left him there. The sun had risen to nearly its highest point and his heart felt at about the same position. Don't sweat it, he told himself. It could only get better from here.
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"Meg, Meg, Meg!!!" Illyana jumped up and down on her bed, her blonde hair flying everywhere. "Meg, Meg Meg, Meg, MEG!!!"
Meggan swooped in, scooping Illyana up and plopping down on Yana's bed with the little girl secure in her arms. "What, Yana, Yana, YANA?"
Illyana giggled, squirming out of her arms. "Can we fly again?"
Meg smiled, shaking her head. "I don't know if your brother would like it."
"AWWWW!" Illyana pouted, giving Meg her cutest look. "But he is not here! I won't say nothing."
Meg ruffled the little girl's hair. "No, sweetie. Your bother gets nervous. He cares a lot about you, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," Illyana huffed. "Piotr's a pain in the you-know-what."
"Illyana Rasputin!!!" Meg crossed her arms across her chest, putting on her sternest look. "What language! For that, you must be subjected to a--- - tickle attack!!!!"
"No!!!!!" Illyana screeched, giggling as she fell under Meg who began tickling her mercilessly.
Standing just outside the open bedroom door was Kurt, passing through to the boy's wing. He smiled, gazing at the beaming Meggan. Suddenly an arm was snacked around his and he was pulled away down the hall.
"Was?!" a startled Kurt said, spinning around to face a grinning Betsy.
"The key to winning a lady's heart is not by spying on her, Wagner," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Kurt sighed and began to follow Betsy down the hall. "Is it vhat obvious?"
With another smirk, Betsy turned to face Kurt. "Don't forget that I'm a telepath." *I can read your mind, Wagner.*
Kurt jumped in the air, surprised by hearing Betsy inside his head. "No matter how much Professor Xavier does vhat, I vill never get used to it," he said, shaking his head.
Betsy shrugged and the two continued walking down the hallway. "There are some things you should know about Meg," she said.
"Like was?"
"Well, I believe that Meg has already told you something about her past, about how she ended up here with us." Betsy looked very serious, concerned. "But as soon as she got here, she had a mental breakdown. Moira says that Meg is most likely repressing a lot of stuff that happened to her, probably too horrible to deal with. She's fragile, Wagner. And very impressionable. The only reason I'm telling you this is because I like you. I think you're good for her. But you have to be careful with her, okay?"
Kurt suppressed a smile. He felt a charge of pride shoot through his body at the thought that Betsy trusted him to help out Meggan. "I promise, Betsy. You don't have to vorry!"
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"Mum?" Rahne poked her head into Moria's lab, looking around for the older woman who served as her foster mother. "Can I talk to ye?"
Moira swirled around on her chair to face Rahne with an exhausted smile on her face. "Och, ye can talk ta me anytime, Rahne, ye know that."
"It's just that yuir so busy," Rahne said demurely, gesturing to the mess of paperwork and machines scattered around the lab. "I dinnea want ta intrude."
"Rahne darling," Moira said, giving the girl a big hug, "ye could never intrude. In fact, ye save meself from this mess of work here."
Rahne smiled. "How's it going? Ye and Mr. McCoy making any progress?"
Moira sighed, rubbing her temple. "With Jono, nay. But we may be on the road to helpin' Rogue."
"That's great, Mum!" Rahne exclaimed, but her face didn't show any of the enthusiasm that was in her words.
"What's wrong, lass?" Moira said, looking down on her sternly. "I know ye well enough to know when something is wrong."
Rahne sighed, absentmindedly kicking the ground. "I dinnea know... I was excited to see all of me friends from the States. But they seem so busy with everyone else and-"
"And yuir lonely? Och, darling, dinnea worry 'bout that. I'm always here for ye." Moira smiled, cocking an eyebrow at Rahne's perhaps even more downcast expression. "But I know I'm not as fun as the rest of ye wee ones so how about this? We're gonna be receiving some extra help soon, a lad from the States that could probably help with figuring out all this computer mess." She winked at Rahne. "How 'bout ye show him around when he comes?"
Rahne lifted her head, smiling considerably and threw her arms around Moira. "Thanks, Mum."
***************
The next day, Kitty was hanging out in the common room, enjoying a movie with both Illyana and Piotr, the latter of the two holding Kitty's hand to her immense delight when Pete strode in with a small box. Smirking at them with yet another cigarette dangling out of his mouth, he walked up to Kitty and Piotr on the couch. Kitty smiled a bit to see him, thinking of how he had showed he wasn't a complete jerk yesterday.
"Hey, I got a little pressie for ya, Pryde," Pete mumbled before handing over the box and striding out of the room.
With Illyana and Piotr's curious (and in Piotr's case, skeptical as well) eyes upon her, Kitty smiled as she began to open the box.
Her smile instantly fell as she pulled open the lid and saw what was inside. Without bothering to get up, she simply phased through Piotr and the couch and turned to run after Pete, growling.
"What's in it?" Illyana asked, with big eyes.
Piotr gazed down to see a pair of fishnet stockings, a push up bra and a g- string. On top was a note from Pete that read: Pryde, Good luck in your dancing career. Suggest that you use the name "Kitty O'Puss" or some variation thereof. All my best, Pete.
Somewhere further down in the labyrinth of Muir, an angry female voice could be heard to say "I hate you! You are SO dead, Wisdom!!!!!" followed by the muffled yelps of a man who soon found his hand phased through a glass window, his cigarette dangling on the other end, teasing him.
*************** Okay, I know that if that really happened, Pete would be missing an arm BUT in evo-verse they seem oblivious to this fact, so deal with it! BLAH!!!
Much love to any other Bowie fan out there and if your not, you're gonna have to d/l Moonage Daydream so you can get the full mental picture of Kitty singing that one.
And why oh why are people so against the angst?! Sheesh.
Since everyone seems so anti-angst, I guess I'll hold it off for now. Next chapter- the arrival of Doug Ramsey and Magik! What? You say Magik has already appeared? No, that's Illyana. Aren't they the same person, you ask? You'll just have to wait and see! BAWAHAHA!
Erm. Yeah.
Note: A pure fluff fic. Since EVERYONE seems to be soooo anti-angst, I'm keeping it light and fluffy and romantic. And there's TONS of romance in this! Kete, Romy, Merty and even an introduction of a certain character in the end! Oh la la! You just know you wanna read.
Lightspeed Suzuka and melissarxy1- I'm glad the Kete term is catching! lol, I've gotten so bad, that when I try to talk about Kitty and Pete, I always end up with saying either Kete or Pitty. Bizzaro.
And special thanks to Lightspeed Suzuka for adding me to the favorites list! :)
anythingbutordinary3- Thanks for reading both stories!!! I really appreciate it since Stars in December means a lot to me since I got this whooooole vision for it.
RahneMan- RahneMan, RahneMan, RahneMan. What to say? You're crazy in the best way possible and everyone should go read your story. That is all.
*hi*= telepathy
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Kitty stormed to her room, thankful that Meggan was nowhere in sight. After getting up at a hellish early hour to work out with Brian's latest training program, she had spent hours fixing what Brian had screwed up and had to suffer through Brian's chauvinistic rants that it COULDN'T have been him that broke it.
Kitty needed to blow off some major steam.
She looked around, grateful that everyone seemed to be gone, either training or off on their own, exploring. From what she had seen, she was the only one in the center. She quickly phased out of her sweaty uniform and into a light pair of sweats and a lacy top. She scurried to the closet, carefully removing all of the hidden safety precautions, finally getting her treasure under the floorboards. She drew it out, triumphant.
David Bowie. The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.
Exxxxxxxxxcellent.
She popped the CD in, switched to her current favorite track, leaped over on top of her bed and began to lip sync her heart out.
"I'm an alligator; I'm a mama-papa comin' for you I'm the space invader; I'll be a rock 'n' rolling bitch for you Keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird And I'm busting up my brains for the words
Keep you 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!"
Elsewhere, Pete stumbled into the center, his hangover giving him a severe headache that he just couldn't shake. And that loud music wasn't helping none either.
But wait a second.
This wasn't the Goth and metal that came from Rogue's CD player. Or the classic fuddy-duddy rock from Brian's. It wasn't Betsy's techno and it wasn't the bizarre circus tunes that could be heard coming from Kurt's room at night. It wasn't Meggan's boy band junk and it CERTAINLY wasn't Rahne's religious stuff.
No. This was actually GOOD music.
And it was coming, wonder of wonders, from the girl's wing.
Pete stomped after it, completely confused about who could actually have the musical sense to listen to some classic glam rock Bowie. Maybe Rogue had developed some taste. Or maybe Illyana was a closet Bowie fan. That seemed as likely an explanation as any.
Pete didn't know what to expect to find, but he certainly didn't expect to find Kitty on her bed, clad in tight clothing, gyrating with the music and lip synching with such intensity that she had her eyes squeezed shut.
"Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me The church of man, love, is such a holy place to be Make me baby, make me know you really care Make me jump into the air"
Pete began to smirk as Kitty, still intensely lost in the song, ran her hands down the sides of her body and swirled, her lithe body moving gracefully and seductively.
"Ahem." Pete cleared his throat, leaning against the wall.
Kitty immediately jumped to attention. Her eyes widened as she saw Pete there and her mouth opened. Her chain of curses was efficiently blocked out by the still booming song.
Smirking and enjoying every moment, Pete sauntered over to the player and turned it off, managing to catch just the end of the girl's tirade.
"Such language," he said playfully. "To be honest Pryde, I didn't think you had it in ya."
"Look," Kitty started tersely, "I've been having a real bad day and I don't need you breathing down my neck about my bad taste in music, so you can just-"
"Wait." Pete held up a hand. "Who said anything about bad taste?"
Kitty jumped down from her bed so she stood across from Pete. She glared at him. "C'mon, go ahead, I know you want to. Scott and Rogue and everyone else are always on my case about listening to this kind of music."
"What do you care what those bloody toerags think? Bunch of pounces, not enjoying some Bowie. He sat down, looking at the CD case. "You know, my dad actually went to the last Ziggy concert at Hammersmith Odeon. Used to be not a complete bastard back then."
Kitty blinked. "You LIKE Bowie too?"
"'Course. And then you got the Velvet Underground, T. Rex, the Sex Pistols, the Ramones.."
"Hey Mr. Wisdom," Kitty smiled, a hand on her hip, "maybe you're actually cool, despite your old age."
"Watch it, Miss Pryde," Pete smirked, stepping a bit closer, "you might actually make me think you like me."
*************
"Remy is gla' you decided ta take des walk wit' me, Roguey," Remy smiled, moving closer to Rogue who was shivering in the cold Scottish air.
"Yeah, Ah'm sure," Rogue muttered, gazing out at the ocean churning beneath them.
"Wat's wrong, ma chere?" he asked.
"Why does everyone think Ah'm upset?! An' DON'T call mah 'chere'!" she snapped.
"Rogue, I dink des is why people dink your upset," Remy muttered reassuringly.
Rogue sighed, plopping down on the ground, pulling her legs up into her chest and hugging herself. "Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't have snapped at you."
Remy sat down next to her, slipping his trench coat around the cold girl. "Try an' talk to me, Roguey."
She shrugged. "Ah didn't think you cared."
"Well, Remy does. So talk."
"Okay, Ah got several things wron'. First, why the hell did yah come here? Don't say it was because of me, because that's just gonna piss me off more. What do you think you can do, try to kill me and then trick me into helping you only to run off all cryptic-like and then just show up here and expect to sweep me off your feet?! Well, it aint gonna work like that, and I'm tired of everyone giving me lectures about you when I don't need it, because I don't even LIKE you and I just wanna go somewhere where I'll have some space, no people up my butt AND no you!!!!"
A stunned silence. A few blinks of red eyes. "Did ya know that you lose your accen' when ya get mad?"
Rogue gave a large sigh, her head collapsing into her hands. "Do ya see?! This is why ah can't stand bein' around ya." She looked up, out into the horizon. Her red hair fluttered about her face, veiling her. "Ya know mah so well for some god damn reason."
Remy leaned in closer. "Is dat what scares ya?"
She shivered, leaning farther away from him. "Ya know what scares mah? Ah don't know what ya want."
"What des dat mean?"
She sighed. "It means Ah don't know what ya want from mah. You can't want anything.. ya know.. physical from mah, so Ah don't know what ya want."
"Ya know what, Rogue," Remy said, quietly, seriously, "I didn' really know why I wante' to come here either at firs'." Another heavy sigh from Rogue as she hugged her body closer. "I didn't wanna. But I ha' des urge to come when I heard all of ya were gonna be here."
"Why?" she muttered. "Wanted ta see Kit?"
"Petite chat?" Remy laughed. "Non. Remy wanted to see ya."
"But that's the point!" Rogue whirled on him, glaring. "Why mah? Ya can't touch mah! Ah'm no good!"
"Non, chere," he said softly. "Ya are good."
"But Ah thought ya didn't wanna come?"
"Oui." He nodded. "Remy didn't thin' he could ever be good enough for ya."
"But you're perfec'." She gazed at him with large eyes. "You're gorgeous and charmin' and ya can touch."
"Hey," Remy smiled at her, "two ou' of three aint bad, chere."
"Ya think Ah'm gorgeous?" She blinked, biting her lip. "Ah didn't even think ya liked mah."
He laughed. "I better like ya if I came all of thi' way."
She blushed. "Ah.. Ah don't know what the point of liking mah is."
"Be kind to Remy, Rogue," he said, gazing with her as she stood up and began to move away. "I like ya. Now wha' 'bout you?"
"Ah don' know wha' good it is, Remy," she said softly, throwing it over her shoulder, "but ah do like ya."
For a long time, Remy stayed there, staring out at the water, churning underneath him, long after she had left him there. The sun had risen to nearly its highest point and his heart felt at about the same position. Don't sweat it, he told himself. It could only get better from here.
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"Meg, Meg, Meg!!!" Illyana jumped up and down on her bed, her blonde hair flying everywhere. "Meg, Meg Meg, Meg, MEG!!!"
Meggan swooped in, scooping Illyana up and plopping down on Yana's bed with the little girl secure in her arms. "What, Yana, Yana, YANA?"
Illyana giggled, squirming out of her arms. "Can we fly again?"
Meg smiled, shaking her head. "I don't know if your brother would like it."
"AWWWW!" Illyana pouted, giving Meg her cutest look. "But he is not here! I won't say nothing."
Meg ruffled the little girl's hair. "No, sweetie. Your bother gets nervous. He cares a lot about you, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," Illyana huffed. "Piotr's a pain in the you-know-what."
"Illyana Rasputin!!!" Meg crossed her arms across her chest, putting on her sternest look. "What language! For that, you must be subjected to a--- - tickle attack!!!!"
"No!!!!!" Illyana screeched, giggling as she fell under Meg who began tickling her mercilessly.
Standing just outside the open bedroom door was Kurt, passing through to the boy's wing. He smiled, gazing at the beaming Meggan. Suddenly an arm was snacked around his and he was pulled away down the hall.
"Was?!" a startled Kurt said, spinning around to face a grinning Betsy.
"The key to winning a lady's heart is not by spying on her, Wagner," she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Kurt sighed and began to follow Betsy down the hall. "Is it vhat obvious?"
With another smirk, Betsy turned to face Kurt. "Don't forget that I'm a telepath." *I can read your mind, Wagner.*
Kurt jumped in the air, surprised by hearing Betsy inside his head. "No matter how much Professor Xavier does vhat, I vill never get used to it," he said, shaking his head.
Betsy shrugged and the two continued walking down the hallway. "There are some things you should know about Meg," she said.
"Like was?"
"Well, I believe that Meg has already told you something about her past, about how she ended up here with us." Betsy looked very serious, concerned. "But as soon as she got here, she had a mental breakdown. Moira says that Meg is most likely repressing a lot of stuff that happened to her, probably too horrible to deal with. She's fragile, Wagner. And very impressionable. The only reason I'm telling you this is because I like you. I think you're good for her. But you have to be careful with her, okay?"
Kurt suppressed a smile. He felt a charge of pride shoot through his body at the thought that Betsy trusted him to help out Meggan. "I promise, Betsy. You don't have to vorry!"
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"Mum?" Rahne poked her head into Moria's lab, looking around for the older woman who served as her foster mother. "Can I talk to ye?"
Moira swirled around on her chair to face Rahne with an exhausted smile on her face. "Och, ye can talk ta me anytime, Rahne, ye know that."
"It's just that yuir so busy," Rahne said demurely, gesturing to the mess of paperwork and machines scattered around the lab. "I dinnea want ta intrude."
"Rahne darling," Moira said, giving the girl a big hug, "ye could never intrude. In fact, ye save meself from this mess of work here."
Rahne smiled. "How's it going? Ye and Mr. McCoy making any progress?"
Moira sighed, rubbing her temple. "With Jono, nay. But we may be on the road to helpin' Rogue."
"That's great, Mum!" Rahne exclaimed, but her face didn't show any of the enthusiasm that was in her words.
"What's wrong, lass?" Moira said, looking down on her sternly. "I know ye well enough to know when something is wrong."
Rahne sighed, absentmindedly kicking the ground. "I dinnea know... I was excited to see all of me friends from the States. But they seem so busy with everyone else and-"
"And yuir lonely? Och, darling, dinnea worry 'bout that. I'm always here for ye." Moira smiled, cocking an eyebrow at Rahne's perhaps even more downcast expression. "But I know I'm not as fun as the rest of ye wee ones so how about this? We're gonna be receiving some extra help soon, a lad from the States that could probably help with figuring out all this computer mess." She winked at Rahne. "How 'bout ye show him around when he comes?"
Rahne lifted her head, smiling considerably and threw her arms around Moira. "Thanks, Mum."
***************
The next day, Kitty was hanging out in the common room, enjoying a movie with both Illyana and Piotr, the latter of the two holding Kitty's hand to her immense delight when Pete strode in with a small box. Smirking at them with yet another cigarette dangling out of his mouth, he walked up to Kitty and Piotr on the couch. Kitty smiled a bit to see him, thinking of how he had showed he wasn't a complete jerk yesterday.
"Hey, I got a little pressie for ya, Pryde," Pete mumbled before handing over the box and striding out of the room.
With Illyana and Piotr's curious (and in Piotr's case, skeptical as well) eyes upon her, Kitty smiled as she began to open the box.
Her smile instantly fell as she pulled open the lid and saw what was inside. Without bothering to get up, she simply phased through Piotr and the couch and turned to run after Pete, growling.
"What's in it?" Illyana asked, with big eyes.
Piotr gazed down to see a pair of fishnet stockings, a push up bra and a g- string. On top was a note from Pete that read: Pryde, Good luck in your dancing career. Suggest that you use the name "Kitty O'Puss" or some variation thereof. All my best, Pete.
Somewhere further down in the labyrinth of Muir, an angry female voice could be heard to say "I hate you! You are SO dead, Wisdom!!!!!" followed by the muffled yelps of a man who soon found his hand phased through a glass window, his cigarette dangling on the other end, teasing him.
*************** Okay, I know that if that really happened, Pete would be missing an arm BUT in evo-verse they seem oblivious to this fact, so deal with it! BLAH!!!
Much love to any other Bowie fan out there and if your not, you're gonna have to d/l Moonage Daydream so you can get the full mental picture of Kitty singing that one.
And why oh why are people so against the angst?! Sheesh.
Since everyone seems so anti-angst, I guess I'll hold it off for now. Next chapter- the arrival of Doug Ramsey and Magik! What? You say Magik has already appeared? No, that's Illyana. Aren't they the same person, you ask? You'll just have to wait and see! BAWAHAHA!
Erm. Yeah.
